The color of red on my cheeks
The butterflies in my stomach
I can't even look you in the eye
But such nice eyes, they are
They are made for staring at
I'm just too busy being shy
The openness of your smile
The tenderness in your touch
It always catches me by surprise
And sometimes I think maybe
You feel the same way I do
I no longer have to hide
I itch to know what you're thinking
The restlessness behind my trembles
The walls fading down my disguise
But do I really want to know
Whether you feel the same
Or will I end up crying
I hate this stupid attachment
But I love the way it wraps
Around my heart like curly fries
One day it's going to squeeze too hard
My heart broken and crushed
The feeling after a high
I never knew why it's called a crush
But after all this suffocation
I finally know why.
YOU ARE READING
CRUSH-ed
ŞiirA series of poem written during a time where one boy was the reason I woke up in the morning with a smile on my face.
